The Conspiracy

Jennifer and I have known each other since high school, but we've really been good friends for about three years, since we both moved from Easton to Landover in the summer of 19-. We dated at one point for seven crazy weeks, about a year after we settled into our big city lifestyle. We crashed and burned. No one could deny that Jenny and I made a fun couple, but in truth, the relationship did not work at all. I think we're too much alike; headstrong, outgoing, competitive. On the other hand, as friends, Jennifer and I make one hell of a team.

It was a Thursday night when Jenny called me up and asked me to come over. I could tell by the intensity in her voice that something was up. Jennifer didn't disappoint me. That's part of what I like about her. She always has something going on. I let myself in and stole a beer from the fridge.

"Sit down, sit down," buzzed Jenny. Alicia sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the grey screen of the television.

"Hey, Alicia," I said, taking my appointed place on the sofa. I liked Jennifer's roommate. Alicia is very much different from either of us, quiet and reflective, but she has a wicked streak that always startles me when it peeps out. I'd been developing a thing for her, which gave me a stronger tendency to visit Jenn. I took every opportunity to be thoughtful and gracious toward the roommate, without doing anything to betray my growing affection overtly. Alicia had a relationship with some guy in Jersey and she seemed quite devoted to it.

"Here's the deal," said Jennifer, straddling a tall stool and locking her feet under the cross bars. "Alicia went to school with this guy, Phil and he's down for the summer. I've been trying to, you know, get his attention, and all he does is smile at me like I'm his bratty kid sister."

I nodded understandingly, playing the wise counselor.

"So Alicia had a little talk with her friend." Jenn sneered as she spoke. Alicia interrupted.

"He told me that he thought Jenny was a sweet girl, but he just couldn't see her that way, sexually." Alicia twisted her smile as she pondered this comment.

"Ooh," groaned Jennifer. "I mean, I've worn skirts up the here and blouses down to here and the most I've gotten from Phil is a blush."

"Are you sure he's not gay?" I asked. Jenn slapped her thigh.

"He'd better be. Can't see me sexually, my butt."

"He's not," offered Alicia authoritatively. "He's had girlfriends for as long as I've known him. He was dating this woman, Michelle, before he came down for the job at ICS. She's pretty hot, if you believe the stories."

"All right, so you're not his type, Jenny." I thought the whole thing pretty amusing by this point. I knew Jennifer well enough to understand what was going on. Her pride was wounded by this stiff, and Jenn wasn't one to take an insult calmly.

"I don't think she's being bold enough," said Alicia. She pushed a long silky stream of hair behind her ear. "I think Phil likes his women enthusiastic about sex, and Jenn got off on the wrong foot."

"It was that stupid movie we saw, The Pride of Joy". It was just idiotic, and I kinda went ballistic about this slutty woman in the film. But God and everyone knows, I'm no prude."

"Amen," I said.

"But if Phil thinks I'm some kind of hung-up, tight-laced choir girl, I think it's time he saw a different side of Miss Jennifer Margaret Delany."

"Which means?" I asked.

"Alicia is going to dinner with Phil on Saturday night. When they're done, she's going to bring him back here. You and I will be in my bedroom when they arrive. Alicia maneuvers him out onto the balcony, so she can complain about Brian in the moonlight." Jennifer got off her stool and lead us outside. The balcony of their apartment had sliding glass doors leading from the main living space and from both of the bedrooms on either side. The view, overlooking the river, is magnificent. With rent control, they got a fantastic deal on the place.

"I love this balcony," I said.

"So, it's dark out here and they start talking. We're in my bedroom with my lamp on and the door slid open just a crack. Alicia says, 'what's that?'"

"Yes!" said Jennifer, bouncing in her glee. My prick began to swell in anticipation. It stayed that way until Saturday night. I did my best not to touch my soldier, anxious to save myself for the command performance.

Jennifer and I had made a lousy romantic pair, but one aspect of our relationship had been unquestionably superior. Calling Jenn a prude was, perhaps obviously, anything but accurate. In the light of day, we fought, we bickered, we nagged and nit-picked each other far beyond the limits of acceptable couple behavior. That was us with our clothes on. Put us in a bed, naked, and we rocked. I've had more than my share of women in the two years since Jennifer. Not one of those pretty ladies could hold a candle to Jenn when it came to burning up my bed.

The curves of Jenn's voluptuous body are inspiring, but what really marks Jennifer as a superb lay is her creative enthusiasm. Jenn shocked me with her suggestions, and never evidenced even the slightest hesitation when I managed to think of some new approach to bringing us satisfaction. When she decided to give herself to a relationship, the surrender was complete. Jenn had fucked me with a reckless abandon. I had missed her relish for sex frequently since we went our own ways.

We sat on her bed. I had stripped down to a pair of boxer shorts. Jennifer wore a silk chemise which hung low from thin blue strands off her freckled shoulders. Her nipples knotted and relaxed in rhythmic succession under the fine fabric. Jenny toyed with an old grey bear nestled cozily in her lap. She had that stuffed animal when we dated.

"I've missed this," I said. Jenn smiled happily.

"I know," she said shyly. "You were always the best."

"It's too bad," I said, putting my hand on her knee. "I wish we could have better for each other."

"Oh, Jennifer. You're my best friend. But I wish I knew a woman I could love like I wish I could love you."

"Mark?" Jenn said. "This isn't going to mess us up, is it?"

"No." I said, emphatically.

"I mean, this is a wild way to impress Phil, but really fucking exciting, you know? I'm charged. But I don't want to lose anything important playing sex games. I don't want to lose you." She looked up, sorrowfully, a glimmer of a tear in her eye.

"Jenny, you forget who you're talking to. We've done crazier stuff than this. Hell, this is pretty tame, all things considered. You're my best friend, partly because you're so crazy."

"But we can't fall in love again. It doesn't work. What if I make you love me again?"

"You won't. I mean, you will, but I won't. Besides, this is bigger than us. You want to make Phil want you. But do you want to know a secret? I'm going to make Alicia want me." Jennifer threw her arms around me, laughing. I cupped the bare globes of her bottom in my hands as I embraced her.

"This is going to be so fun," she said. I squeezed her ass and agreed.

A door clicked open and shut.

"Jennifer?" Alicia called out. We fell quietly onto the bed. Footsteps wandered over the creaking floorboards, back and forth. Jenny and I exchanged kisses while our hands traversed naked skin. Shadows moved beyond the glass door. Soft voices muttered in the darkness. Jennifer smiled broadly and kissed me.

"Break a leg," she whispered. "Ooooh," she moaned softly, rising up from the mattress. She pulled my boxers down my legs.

"What was that?" I heard Alicia ask. The shadows crept closer to the window. Jennifer kissed my hard dick and lifted her bottom, letting the silk chemise slip down to her waist. I could see her creamy white ass gleaming with the pale light in the mirror of her dresser.

"Wow," I distinctly heard a choked male voice say. I shook my head in disbelief. If we weren't expecting company, his exclamation would have ended the show. Already I was convinced that Phil didn't deserve my Jenny.

She sucked my prick with serious strokes, wet and lavish with a swirl of attention while she slowly waggled her backside toward our audience.

I pulled at the drapes of silk while Jenn reached back to tickle her clit. Jennifer's alabaster tits hung low, full and liquid with her faint brown nipples stretched wide by the sagging weight. I felt a shudder course my body as I squeezed the soft flesh. I loved seeing her titties that way, so feminine, so giving. Jennifer squirmed as I teased her nipple erect, and I felt tempted to spill my excitement into her mouth. Knowing she had more in mind than a flash of her ass, I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Ride me, Jenny," I demanded. She looked over with a broad smile and with a hand firmly around my prick, she moved over me. Her silk chemise fell smoothly down her tummy, shrouding us as she sank my cock suddenly into her wet cunt. Jennifer put her hands on my chest and stole a few strokes before she reached up and lifted the chemise over her head. Her nipples shuddered, firm nuggets marking the rise and fall of Jenn's fluid breasts. She arched her back, giving me a glimpse of her swollen pink clit at the crossroad of our pubic forests. Her firm tits stood divine, jutting in arousal. Jennifer shook her golden mane wild, loose, as she lowered her blue eyes back to stare like a hungry beast into mine.

"I'm going to fuck you crazy," she announced and began to take my prick for a ride. I watched her titties bouncing with each mad thrust of her hips. Jenn was fantastic.

She pulled herself up, off my throbbing dick and planted her golden cunt on my face, drenching me in her juices. I sank my tongue inside her and licked her soft lips and stiff clit. She screamed a fierce orgasm. Without missing a beat, Jenn rolled around to suck my dick again as I licked her pulsing cunt and teased her ass. I knelt behind Jennifer and drove my cock down hard inside.

"You are the best fuck," I said, slapping her ass.

"Oh, fuck me," she groaned. I rocked into her furiously until the rhythm began to overtake me.

"Come in my mouth," Jennifer said softly.

"Oh, baby," I said, pulling out of her slick lips. "Gladly."

"Let's show Alicia what a fine cock you have, lover." She smiled at me, licking my dick with her tongue. I knelt on top of the bed, offering a profile to the crowd outside. Jennifer suckled expertly, knowing exactly the rhythms that would make me lose control. I laced my fingers through her fine hair and felt the tremble start down deep.

"I love you, Jenny" I whispered as the orgasm took hold.

"Mmm," she said, drinking me down.

We lay back on the bed. Jennifer flashed her pussy, spreading it wide toward the window as she played with her clit and kissed me.

"I love you, too, Mark," she said.

"I can't believe how great you are."

"Delicious," she said, turning over. I looked toward the window. The

ghosts had vanished.

"Do you really think this will make Phil want you?" I asked.

"Who knows?" asked Jennifer, reaching down to pick up the stuffed bear off the floor. "Who cares? I just couldn't stand some gorgeous guy going around saying he couldn't imagine me sexually. I mean, what a crock." I kissed her nipple and pulled her on top of me in a loving embrace.

"Do you think Alicia wants me now?"

"She already did. This naughtiness was all her idea. I think she just wanted to see if you were really as good as I said."